Nick Wiz ft. Red Hot Lover Tone ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, and M.O.P. - “4 My Peeps (Unreleased Remix)”
[Emcee(s): Red Hot Lover Tone, The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, Lil’ Fame, Billy Danze]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone]
For all my
Motherfucking niggas, word to Herb, we get stupider
Running mad circles ‘round your crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn. Rappers sadden ‘cause I’m
Mad in the pad, and suckers wish they had and
I’m bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
So what you gonna do when I come through
Your town with mad niggas who love being locked down?
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic, you’re a goner
‘Cause Red Hot Lover’s Right On! like Cynthia Horner
I better warn ya: you’ll get your ass kicked, I’m blasted
Acid? I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I’m getting figures from my rap diggers
Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock
Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out
Your dreadlocks. Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie. But who is he?
You can’t get my description, you need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I’m crushing ‘em, bumrushing ‘em
Stuffing ‘em, I put the pressure on em, hon
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
Look what I’ve been through: the Brooklyn streets. The obese
Thug nigga from the East, the black nine
Hard to find motherfucker. After the rhyme
Press rewind, motherfucker. Strictly for my niggas
[Emcee(s): Red Hot Lover Tone, The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, Lil’ Fame, Billy Danze]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone]
For all my
Motherfucking niggas, word to Herb, we get stupider
Running mad circles ‘round your crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn. Rappers sadden ‘cause I’m
Mad in the pad, and suckers wish they had and
I’m bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
So what you gonna do when I come through
Your town with mad niggas who love being locked down?
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic, you’re a goner
‘Cause Red Hot Lover’s Right On! like Cynthia Horner
I better warn ya: you’ll get your ass kicked, I’m blasted
Acid? I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I’m getting figures from my rap diggers
Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock
Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out
Your dreadlocks. Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie. But who is he?
You can’t get my description, you need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I’m crushing ‘em, bumrushing ‘em
Stuffing ‘em, I put the pressure on em, hon
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
Look what I’ve been through: the Brooklyn streets. The obese
Thug nigga from the East, the black nine
Hard to find motherfucker. After the rhyme
Press rewind, motherfucker. Strictly for my niggas
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